Jonathan ROBIN

All Else Is Shadow - Poem by Jonathan ROBIN

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Dear, “if you read these lines remember notthe hand that writ”, by Destiny propelled, for many venture, most are soon forgot, by Chance or choice to Lethe swift expelled.The moving finger, spellbound, writes, impelledto tell the world, - its jealous eyes to dot, -of one whose talents true cannot be spelled, all else is shadow, bolt – Time flies – soon shot.“Age cannot wither, nor can custom staleher infinite” unique, – both vain and sotis who would dare to circumscribe her tale. All praise is superficial and must failto sway the heart which on Love’s wind would sail.